Rune_Alchemist

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains

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Sucaria shot Fio a mildly amused seeming smile, catching her eye briefly as the witch glanced over to hers. A brief amusement lost however, as her attention would be back on the focus of Lady Luna. The half fomor seemed a bit taken aback by Luna’s response, face coloring a mild shade of red.

“Glad…to be of service.” She’d respond. “I must…insist on sleeping. Travel is tiring.”

“Oh, Luna thank you.” Elnith would happily accept the help from the other knight with a smile. “Mhm, I miss my bed already truthfully. I know I’ve spent more time outdoors than inside but a nice, comfy bed always makes me happy you know.” She’d idly comment, finishing up one of the tents for the evening.

Gunnrun watched the small group of humans with some interest, though didn’t seem entirely sure how to interact with them beyond watching. Considering her size and giants typical genial and somewhat overly friendly nature towards humans she was probably trying not to cause an accident.

“So…what do you all need a smith for? I’m pretty handy myself! I can even use ancient smithing techniques and all.” She’d question the group as Fio went over to inspect her prisoner.

“Weh!” Wisp immediately turned around, trying to hide the evidence of her crimes with her body…which admittedly, would have done a decent job if she hadn’t also scribbled some on the bottom of the jar. “...Tsk, foiled again. I dunno what you’re talking about though, human shorty, but I wouldn’t shatter the glass I’m dumb but not that dumb! I’d just…twist it a little.” She’d giggle. “Anyways, bad girls also need honey bread to stay good girls so pay up and I’ll behave for the rest of the night, promise.”

Location
Harzel Plains

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Grainne seemed a little surprised by something, but as her sword was deflected by the lance she clicked her tongue, glaring at the opponent in front of her.

“I said use whatever you want,” She’d respond, digging her feet into the ground. “Otherwise there’s no point to this.” She’d follow the strike Ethelred deflected with a powerful overhead swing that seemed more like it was aimed to actually injure than a friendly spar. He’d certainly have to deflect again or use his shield.

As the two’s sparring would continue, whatever outcome in the short few minutes that would follow, Reinhardt would become aware of a feeling similar to that when he first became aware of the Black Wyvern. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of blood gently caressed the fort and the soldiers working to still cleanup after the previous attack.

But it wasn’t as far as it had been just a few moments ago.

It was closer.

much closer.

“H-hey! Something’s coming!” From atop the fort's tower a shout and a bell could be heard as one of the Harzel knights raised the alarm. Something could be seen…rolling, across the plains at impossibly high speeds! It looked like a large, red colored boulder simply rolling across the land, crushing anything beneath it and it was heading straight for the fort! It was certainly not as large as the massive black wyvern, being the size of a large horse but it was moving almost faster than the eye could see!

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

Tiki didn’t immediately respond to the other maids, focusing on setting about her work. A large swath of cloth taken from her stores and laid upon a table. Thankfully she didn’t have to spin up the cloth from scratch. All she’d really need was the measurements and to inscribe some sigils into the uniform discreetly.

As her chest was measured though, Eliz would suddenly feel a hand reach out and grab her butt in a somewhat questionable manner.

“...I see. Small.” Tiki’s voice would then say, before quickly running her hands up the demons back. “...frailer physically then I’d have imagined.” The maid responded bluntly, though whatever she meant by that was possibly only known to Eliz herself as she’d head back towards the cloth she was working with.

“Yes, quite…a lovely bust.” Mariarca responded quickly in an attempt to distract the demon from Tiki. “Lets keep this professional ladies and keep anything else to your free time shall we?”

“...it was necessary.” Tiki responded bluntly as she’d start cutting cloth.

“I’m sure.”

The dressing and clothing process would continue between the maids. Tiki would periodically stop and take even more measurements, perhaps being a bit unnecessary even if she insisted otherwise. This would result in almost every single part of the demon being touched and measured in some manner. Her claws, her feet, talons, waist, stomach, not a single inch of her body would be left unmeasured.

Mariarca tried to keep things as peaceful as she could.

After about an hour, the entire process would be finished. Eliz would have been stuffed into a well made, well fitted maid dress. Light and breathed easily, and yet she could tell that magic had been woven into the fabric that would lessen the impact of any magical attack she might take.

“...done. Leave now.” Tiki taciturnly stated before leaving the dressing room and heading back into the dimly lit work area outside.

“Well, how does it feel Eliz? We should get going to see the Lady Fiore if there’s nothing else. Any question from either of you three before we get going? You may have done well on your first mission but you are still all new recruits.” Once they had finished whatever banter or requests they might have, Mari would bow and proceed to lead them towards the sitting room where Livia had requested their presence at.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@VitaVitaAR

Kordelia followed through the headbutt, arm twisting into a carapace covered stake. If Giselle was familiar with fauna in the old world, she'd recognize it as the horn of a particularly ferocious desert animal that could swim through the sand much like a fish through water. It clanked off of Giselle's well timed defensive maneuver, earning a snarl from the vampire as she'd make a move to immediately follow up-

"Ah. Nonononono!" A frantic shout as Kordelia would grab a hold of the weapons with her other hand, and promptly kicked Giselle right in the gut. From her back, wings of metal grew, mimicking the deadly wings of a particularly nasty avian that once dwelled in mountaintops near the city. She took to the air, intent obvious as she made a move to intercept the javelin of ice.

A pained screech.

Kordelia fell to the ground.

The impaled bat-king flapped its wings pitifully, thrashing in its coma as its heart beat erratically, now pierced again.

Then it ceased moving, once more. The feeling of being watched once more came over the two vampires as a feral, rage-filled roar came from the vampire lord. Her head turned towards Aleksiya. However...something still wasn't right. The head movement was jerky, as though instead something had pulled it in her direction rather than it being a conscious act.

"Ggrrrk...kill...them all..." The Vampire lord's body mutated further, arms elongating into strong, beastial claws while her legs mutated into avian talons, her body doubling in size in a few short moments as muscles grew, tendons snapped and skin tore. A long, thick tail covered in spikes as her head too, would grow into a beastial muzzle, a jagged row of teeth. Now a towering chimeric beast, Kordelia howled.

And in the forest, beasts returned that howl, but they didn't not come closer...more than anything, they seemed to be heading away...towards the village! As the vampire howled, the two lords would come to see a thin, red strand of...what seemed to be string of some sort trailing behind her. It was faint, but just barely visible. Atop the pillar that had been driven into the bat king, the two fighting vampires would now be aware of what was likely the thing that was watching them.

A person in a maid dress. She seemed to be smirking down at the vampires present.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The creature thrashed, what life it had quickly being flayed from its body by Argus. Seconds after his blade severed its throat and tore into the skeletal creature within, it would cease moving entirely. He'd be greeted with a mildly irreverent clapping from the witch that had watched the whole endeavor.

"Eheheh...well, that was quite the show. You shouldn't have just for little 'ol me." She'd chuckle, rummaging around in her robes. "Buuut...I must at least give you a little something in return. Here." She'd hold out a necklace. A murky, blood red stone. "I'm sure a vampire of your stature could make use of this. A failed experiment of mine, but useful nonetheless. Just think of it as a tiny little package of potent magical power. Now..."

The conversation was interrupted by a feral, loud howl deeper within the forest.

"...I suggest you get heading to that village." A smile, the witches face seemed for a few moments, much clearer and much less scattered as she spoke. "The great serpent stirs. Time moves once more. I wonder, will you save the world or doom it once again, vampire?" It was followed by a chuckle. "Now go on, get, get! No sense in you staying here!"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@PigeonOfAstora

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And just like that it was over. The necromancer's machinations falling apart like a summer breeze.

"Mmngh, aaagh, all this hard work makes me want a drink~" She'd chuckle to herself as the rest of the knights began securing the area, the archer putting away her remaining arrows and returning her bow to its proper place. She'd have mentioned that Serenity needed to lighten up a bit more once again, but she'd leave it at that for now. Instead, she'd leave the cleanup to them. After being so long in this stuffy tomb, she needed fresh air. "Alllright I'm gonna go buy a victory toast! Last one there's buying a round for everyone!" She'd shout, before swiftly exiting the tomb ahead of everyone else.

Whether or not they all followed or not, was up to them.

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Cecil fell out of her bed, head pounding, pain rippling through her skull.

"...Shael?"

"I don't know what uncouth prank that was, Cecil, but when I find who did it I'm going to flay the skin from their bones."

"For once, I don't think I'd stop you...ugh..." She'd sit up, having well overslept. "Haa...maybe I can ask for a vacation." Getting to her feet, Cecil would assuredly get dressed, though much slower and without her usual energy in the mornings. The dream had been troubling to say the least. Fighting a horde of enemies, as if she was watching a memory of the past. She wasn't sure what it all meant. The death and rebirth. She just knew, she really didn't fancy getting cleaved in two.

"Urf, lets see what everyone else is up to." She'd walk out of the room, stopping briefly by the kitchens to grab an apple, hearing a commotion out in the courtyard. "They're being awfully loud, ehh...oh, is that Lilia?" Looked like they were having a duel. Cecil hummed lightly to herself. She did feel a bit bad about just leaving the elf on her own at the ball...but she couldn't just ignore the Autmere. "Looks like they're having a duel, eh?" Cecil would quietly enter the courtyard, watching the bouts of duels ensuing, eyes settling on Lein. "Everyones pretty lively today, eh Lein?" Cecil greeted the Hundi.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains

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“Aww…” The giant, Gunnrun seemed a bit disappointed for only a few seconds before smiling and sitting up, causing the ground to rumble lightly under her weight. “Well, that’s fine too! Don’t mind if I stay with ye all tonight eh? It can be rather dangerous out here and I would feel terrible if ya little ‘uns got hurt.”

“Aha, don’t be too upset Miss. Gunnrun. While we all appreciate the offer it does not appear you have any way to safely carry us.”

“...eh, you could all ride on my head. Or my arms. Or my-”

“Fio, allow me to help set up some tents.” Elnith would cut off her conversation with Gunnrun who’d merely pout a bit as she’d cross her legs and lean her back against a rock wall.

“Lady Luna…how did you like the drink?” Sucaria approached the knight with an inquisitive look. “...I made it…mom showed me how once…” She shot a mildly hurt look towards Fio. “...its good. Supposed to help re-energize after physical activity…”

Wisp, for the most part was staying quiet and was idly, boredly, etching something into the glass of the jar with her hands. Her back was to Fio and she seemed like she was up to something since the mage couldn’t see thanks to the fey’s back being towards her.

Location
Harzel Plains

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“No, use whatever you want.” Grainne responded. She didn’t give much of a reason for it aside from drawing her blade and taking a defensive stance, both hands on the hilt and ready to engage. “Uh…normally we do first blood but…first one to get knocked over?” Whatever ulterior motives she might have had for requesting this, she seemed if nothing else like she did want to duel.

With a exhale, she’d carefully study Ethelred, before swiftly moving forwards towards the frozen knight, seemingly quite comfortable taking the first blow in the duel as she’d test the waters with a simple upwards strike.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

@Pyromania99Location
Maison d’Violette

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“...but I know…where everything is.” Tiki replied bluntly to Polina. “Clutter is…nice. The Maison is otherwise too neat-” Tiki’s sentence was cut off as she’d visibly grimace as Eliz would proudly declare her apparent love for exhibitionism. The seamstress frowned, walked over…and promptly bapped Eliz on the top of her head with her knuckles.

“Silence. I don’t care about your useless body and grating voice.” The Seamstress gave Eliz a dispassionate, frigid glare.

“I would advise you to at least keep it down, Eliz.” Mariarca nodded. “Tiki can be rather…difficult and you wouldn’t want to wear an ill-fitting uniform.”

“Anything particular for the uniform?”

“Considering her nature as a scale demon it likely should have more of an emphasis on magical deflection then a balance of physical and magical.”

“...tiring. Understood…” Tiki walked off before Eliz could rebuff her, heading into the back of the room and grabbing long strips of cloth to make the dress with.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

The creature seemed a bit taken off guard by Argus willingly removing itself from its back. It would have been a good positioning in order to try and get in a fatal blow where it could not reach. The bear growled, its weight having been preparing to fall backwards and crush the vampire on its back against the ground.

However, as Argus leaped off, wrapping his arms around the gargantuan beast, it’d struggle, attempting to reach Argus with its front claws, but ultimately unable to reach. Argus’ muscles strained, his vampiric blood hot in his veins as the massive beast would slowly be lifted from the ground with his superhuman strength.

As it was over his head and with a forceful fall backwards as Argus would throw all of his own weight and strength into it, the beast would be smashed against the ground, an audible crack heard as the beasts skull was smashed into the ground. The creature wretched, hissing and growling as it would flounder on the ground, the chest cavity opening as it thrashed and attempted to regain its footing as it laid on its back.

A perfect opening to finish it off.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The firearm would plink off of whatever dermal armor Kordelia had given herself, the bullets falling against the ground with minimal damage done to the vampire beyond a mere brief growl of annoyance as the tendrils would wrap around Giselle’s neck, tightening, seemingly intent on crushing her neck, thankfully only to be severed by Aleksiya’s ice, the tendrils easily being severed.

“I remember! I remember everything! You! Stupid Kordelia! I know you all hated me!” She’d hiss. “Always making fun of me! Teasing me! Infuriating!”

The tendrils retreated, reforming into a clawed hand. Kordelia didn’t shift focus from Giselle, but the other vampire would be in for quite a surprise as she’d find sharp, deadly antlers now growing from her skull as the frenzied vampire slammed her head into Giselle’s. At least this close, however, she could see that the vampires skin, aside from her face was covered in what seemed to be some sort of thick, shell or scale like armor.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Harzel Plains

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“Hm, that bad is it?” Sorcha studied Luana. “I had assumed that anything made from it would be as cursed as it would be, but…hm, perhaps we can still use it in some manner with a properly skilled smith. As long as we store it properly it should be fine.” She glanced towards the massive corpse in the distance, a serious expression soon giving way to one of nonchalance. “Don’t worry too much Luana. Handling curses and the like is something in my talents. If you don’t mind Lonan, I would like to discuss Harzelslack and this dragon.”

“As long as its within my capacity to, I will.”

“Feel free to rest and do as you will for now…but keep watch. If that dragon was drawn by Reinhardt there’s a good chance it might happen again.” Sorcha would nod to Lonan before soon following the knight into the fort, earning a salute from the Harzel knights as she passed. If nothing else, the knights here seemed to have some respect for Sorcha’s knights.

“Redwater? Why you wanna know, ice-face?” Grainne queried as Sorcha left. “Apparently something’s got the people spooked. Increased fomorian activity, but the mayor there, uh, Conand I think his name is, assures the king and us its no more than usual.” She’d respond with a dismissive shrug. “One of our other knights looked into it but didn’t find anything of note aside from some unseelie causing mischief.” Grainne glanced to the side. “...hey want to spar?”

“I see I see….hm.” Lif was much shorter than Reinhardt, causing her to have to look up at him. “That means…you’d be good for weapons testing! Whatd’ya say you let me test a few of my inventions on ya? It’ll be fiiiine, promise! Live targets make much better test dummies then mountains!”

Location
Llobrokor Mountains

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“Ah! They spoke to me!” The giant, briefly seemed stunned by this revelation as she’d set the large boulder down, then proceed to get down on her hands and knees, so that she was supporting her upper body on her shoulders, putting herself on the same level as the humans as she could.

“Oh aren’t you all just the cutest little things, ahaha!” Her good hand reached out and stroked Luna’s head with a single finger like one might pet the head of a cat or dog. “Names’ Gunnrun! Those little scamps weren’t botherin’ me. Thought they wanted up the mountain but the moment I picked up the rock there they ran. I think they’re skittish.” Gunnrun replied with a grin. “Nice to meet ya all, miss Fio. Dunno who this Sorcha lady is, but Elnith there has some armor made by us, huh? Looks pretty familiar…but if yer lookin’ for a smith I could introduce ya to my teacher. He’s one of the best….uh, probably not best to travel now though. Probably couldn’t make it unless I carried you all. Not that’d I’d mind.” Judging from the way she was looking at all of them, she almost wanted to carry them all.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR

“...I apologize on her behalf. Myrilla is…difficult to deal with.” Mariarca replied, adjusting her glasses slightly. “I’ll make sure to reprimand her later, but I do hope you understand most here are not like that.” A quick head turn towards Katherine. “I’ve heard tell of your wandering hands, too, Miss Lindall. I advise you to continuing showing such restraint or you might find yourself being tossed off another airship. Let us try to avoid that, shall we?
The headmaid sighed. “Regardless, I am glad to see you unharmed Eliz. If you ever have trouble with Myrilla or anyone, please inform me. It is partly my job to make sure every one of you behave and gets along relatively decently.”

“Hehe, well, if there is no other need for me, I’ll leave them in your care, Mariarca.” Viatrix bowed. “I must see to a few chores before the debriefing. I think I’ll be joining the recruits in the field in the next operation. Ta-ta~” Viatrix would pass by Eliz, giving the demon a friendly, if somewhat irreverent pat on the head as she’d walk by, disappearing further down the hallway.

“Pleasant day, Viatrix.” Mari nodded. “And yes, lets avoid blood oaths and swearing vengeance and the like. Now then…” Turning to the door, Mariarca would knock three times. There was the sound of something moving behind the door, something scraping across the floor as something heavy was dragged across it.

The door, then quietly opened.

A somewhat gloomy looking blue haired maid with an eyepatch covering her right eye and a handful of bandages covering her face and fingers would peer out of the barely open doorway.

“Tiki, we need an emergency fitting and a dress.”

The blue haired maid didn’t respond, merely staring hollowlly at the Maids, before her eyes fell on Eliz. A subtle narrowing of her eyes followed as she’d open the door.

“...come in.” A quiet, soft, almost inaudible voice that seemed like it was both extremely tired and really didn’t want to do whatever it was it was about to do. The interior of the room was vastly different then the rest of the Maison. A somewhat dark lit interior, lacking any windows or many sources of light. Dozens and dozens of looms for cloth weaving were scattered in haphazard manners across the entirety of the room. Loose threads and half finished garments littered the floor, hanging from various parts in the room as well and some even somehow hanging from the rafters.

Whatever had been heard being moved though, couldn't be spotted.

“...the rooms a mess. Didn’t clean. Haven’t cleaned. Should. Fitting room is over there. I’ll be there shortly.” The bit of emotion that was in Tiki’s voice earlier was now replaced with a monotone, dispassionate one as she’d direct them to a door. Inside the door was a much cleaner, and much more well lit area that seemed more suitable to guests. “Feel free to start if you want to finish faster. Please do.”

To Tiki’s credit though, many, many well made maid uniforms of all sizes were hanging pristine and finished on racks inside the room. Everything one would need for fitting, sewing, and making adjustments were also easily within reach.

“With your permission then, we will do the fitting. I understand you’re quite busy, Tiki.” Mariarca nodded. “Eliz, undress.”

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Julene’s cabin
@Pyromania99

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“Introspection…? You askin’ some dumb questions and expecting a complicated answer, but the answer seems pretty simple to me.” She’d bluntly respond. “Monsters are creatures like them beasts out there. Bloodthirsty. Indiscriminate with their killing. They eat like lazy animals and gorge their faces on humans and can’t think of anything but their next meal.” Julene narrowed her eyes at Akyasha. “Power’s meaningless if it changes who you are fundamentally. No thanks.”

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

Kordelia quickly retaliated, her other arm taking now much the similar bestial form as the other, grabbing the frozen club. The sound of ice cracking and crushing as the weapon would shatter just in time for Giselle’s blade to thrust towards the frenzied vampire…but the blade wouldn’t peirce Kordelia’s skin. A solid thunk as it instead, would clink against what felt like some sort of thick hide.

“Whywhy…why. Why…!” Kordelia would retreat slightly, leaping back just as fast as she had leaped towards Aleksiya at the start. “Tch. I get it. I get it. You all just wanted to kill me first, I get it! Cowards couldn’t even fight me fairly!” The vampire hissed, shaking her head and clutching her chest briefly as she’d turn her attention to Giselle, lunging forwards and striking out once more with her bestial claws, seemingly going for a rather deadly uppercut. However, at the very last second, the claw shifted, each of her five fingers changing into a living, breathing watery octopi tendrils and wrapping around Giselle, intending to grapple her and hold her in place.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The massive animal lunged. It might have been fast enough to outspeed a human, but compared to a vampire it still was slower. Its hulking claws swiped only Argus’ coattails as the firearm shot into the beasts eyes. Its already murky vision from the blood earlier going more as the bullet pierced its eyes, and right into its brain.

It briefly fell to the ground with a grunt of pain, giving Argus enough time to mount its back and figure something out, as it’d soon start getting back to its feet, and attempting to stand upright once more. A brief stagger of seeming confusion before realizing the pirate was on its back!